[center][h1]Wes Downgate[/h1][/center] [b]The Shed, 8:00 AM[/b] "Uhhh... what?" Wes said, either uncomprehending or unwilling to. "" The doorknob rattled. "Oh shi-" Wes said, then sighed. "Nevermind, just let me take care of them!" Undoing the lock but not the chain, Wes opened the door a crack and [hider=Leaving this here because I don't actually know what the hypnosis spell looks like][IMG]https://s.yimg.com/ny/api/res/1.2/uh2msf_q4M1s7LxTpV7LSg--/YXBwaWQ9aGlnaGxhbmRlcjtzbT0xO3c9NTAwO2g9MjEy/http://l.yimg.com/cd/diminuendo/1.0/original/2d21f2c5898e7f53ac91ff0612071535ef1be9a5.gif[/IMG][/hider] "Okay, that should take care of that," Wes said, sitting down cross-legged on his sleeping bag. Outside, the four men stumbled back into the warehouse with a slightly dazed look in their eyes, the last two minutes completely erased from their minds. He watched them leave through a tiny hole in the wall until he was sure they were gone and that no one else was around. Wes sighed. "Okay, I think we need to establish some ground rules. First is no killing. The enemy Masters and Servants are fine, but I don't want you to attack or use your powers on anyone else unless you absolutely have to in order to protect yourself or me. You're a Servant. With your strength you're liable to kill them, and I'm not even talking about the... what was that you were holding just now? Is that some kind of spell tag?" Wes asked, momentarily allowing his inquisitive side to take over. "A-Anyway, just try not to hurt anybody that isn't involved in the Holy Grail War. Rule number two is we should never use each other's real names unless we're alone together in this room. Outside, it's 'Caster' and 'Master', not 'Tamamo' and 'Wes'. That's me, by the way. I'm Wes. It's uhhh... really nice to meet you." Wes smiled, blushing. Crap, he was letting the excitement rush to his head again. He was laying down the ground rules here! He needed to be assertive! He cleared his throat, resuming outlining "da rules". "Rule number three is don't do anything suspicious in public and don't do or say anything that could lead someone back here. You're the weakest class besides Assassin, and I'm the weakest Master, easily. If we wanna have a shot at winning, we have to play tactically. If we get into a direct confrontation, we're screwed, and if we get ambushed or walk into a trap, we are [i]doubly[/i] screwed, so be thoughtful and discreet when you're out in public. "Rule number four is that there are no secrets. I want you to share everything with me, no matter how inconsequential it seems. Information is important and I need to know all of your abilities inside and out. The more we understand each other, the more effective of a team we can be. That includes me, too. You can ask me anything you want." Wes paused, thinking for a second. Four was a really crappy number to end on, especially in Japan. He needed a fifth rule. "... Rule number five is that you can always trust me. And I'll always trust you too. We're all each other has in this war. We're Master and Servant. Partners. Don't be afraid to ask or tell me anything. And I think that about covers the rules for now." Wes patted the floor next to him, inviting her to sit. He held out his hand. "My name is Wes Downgate. I'm a second-rate, second-generation magus with no family and no friends to speak of. My mother died when I was fifteen, and I'm on the run from the Mage's Association for my 'heretical ideas'. It's nice to meet you, Caster. I know I'm probably not worth it, but please accept me as your Master." [@Lonewolf685] [hr] [center][h1]Berserker[/h1][/center] And just like that, Berserker was freed from her madness. "Son of a mother-fuggin'!... fuck this stupid fucking... graaahhhh..." The incensed Servant continued stamping on the ground and kicking things almost as if nothing had happened, except now she could speak English. She whipped her head around and at looked at the boy. The sight of him looked like it was causing her physical pain. She grabbed a fistful of her hair in each hand, rubbing up against her scalp. "FfffffffffffFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" she yelled, ripping the clumps of hair she held off her head and throwing them on the ground. "FUCK FUCK [i]FUCK![/i]" [@ADamnFiddle]